|January 7, 2016|
My car has been stuck three times already, and in our own driveway to add insult to injury. Last year, I stranded my car so often that when I took it to the garage for an oil change, my mechanic asked me what river I drove it into. He kept it on a lift for 2 days to thaw it out. That's how much snow I had stuck to my undercarriage. I think my car stopped dripping sometime in April.
Hopefully we'll have a mild spell so that my car can thaw out a bit, but there's nothing in the forecast. We'll dip down to -24C later this week, so things aren't likely to improve. We are, dear friends, in the thick of things.
On Sunday night it snowed. Environment CaCanada (as we call them in this household) told us we'd get 2 to 4 cm, which is nothing to get worried about. We consider that white drizzle. Come Monday morning, our cars were nothing but white blobs. So much for "two to four". Later that day, a cold front pulled through and with it the winds, which brings me to our french lesson.
Poudrerie is blowing snow, and right now, the poudrerie is driving me all shades of wild. The plow drives by regularly, depositing yet another strata on the glacier that clogs the end of our driveway. When I'm alone at home, I'm not even driving down the length of our driveway and parking near the house anymore. No, I'm parking within 20' of the road, so our snow removal cowboy can just give a quick trim around the edges. This morning, he came at 7:15 and cleared the snow right up to my bumper. By 8:30, there were already 2 feet of snow at the road. I had to call him and have him clear it again. I'm staking out driveways down the street where there is no blowing snow, just so I can park in peace and know that I can leave the house and get to where I'm going without military-like planning.
Those of you who aren't familiar with blowing snow might wonder why I just don't shovel the white crap myself. Well, the fact the windchill was -22C this morning was one factor. The fact we pay our snow removal cowboy handsomely is another. I also need to qualify blowing snow as the most obscene molecule nature has ever created. I'm thinking of killing it with fire, that's how precarious my mental state is. I'm sure I can pick up a second-hand Zamboni (google it, fer chrissakes) and we can simply run over it again and again and again until we have a high-quality skating rink. Or maybe a steamroller? Or if we win the big prize, we can get a heated driveway! We'd probably need to win a Powerball billion to be able to afford that. I digress, but blowing snow is packed and heavy. You need power tools to slice it, that's how dense it is.
At this point, I think I'm going to come up for air in April. Or maybe build an igloo. It was fun when we were kids, I'm sure it could be fun again.
|January 19, 2016|
As as added bonus, here's a photo of Jeep, or Flip-Flop as Eric has dubbed him:
|Ravioli-Schablone von Betti Bossi|